"No, sister, look at me, I'm Tongtong, don't you recognize me?"
The girl was crying uncontrollably, with snot and tears running down her face, dressed in an old children's dress full of patches. A cartoon hairpin was clipped on her forehead, her face covered with dust and rough little wounds which on the snowy plain were often frozen again before they had time to heal — most of the children here were like this.
Looking at the girl's pitiful appearance, Tang Xin hesitated to speak.
The girl's dull long hair was similarly covered with dust and dirt, and upon closer inspection, a hint of nearly black blue could be seen.
The girl probably mistook Tang Xin for someone else, perhaps she bore some resemblance to her sister?
"Sister clearly said she would come back to find Tongtong after going out for a month, but it's been half a year before she returned." The girl cried, her eyes somewhat swollen as though she wanted to cry out all her grievances with tears.
